Where ever you go
Whatever you sow
I just need you to know
For you I would climb mountains
At their top build fountains
Where I shall gather all people
Before whom I will worship your faces dimple
With romantic kisses
Which will seem to men as Saturn's mystery
And without my lips in yours dwell
I shall not bid you farewell
And without a decades honor to you breast
I will not have my rest
For you have proven to be my hope
With whom I can't romantically cope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem